4. Trent Phoebe{ManxMan}

•CHAPTER 11

I stayed outside, mostly because I wanted to give him a moment. I could recognise that his reaction was from feeling violated, his personal space, his mind had been trespassed and I could understand that as it was out of his control, he needed a moment to breathe.

I had listened and listened until his heart calmed and he had shuffled into his bed. I walked into the space slowly and carefully, the room was still dimmly lit.

"Get out."

"And go where?" He was silent as I had softly spoken to him with honest, he was hiding behind his blanket like a child.

I changed, not wanting to make anything of his dirty.

The next morning he glanced at me every now and again, shyly and I couldn't help but smile. "Just say it." I told him and watched as he pouted like a child, his brows furrowed.

"Sorry," he basically grumbled and I tapped my ear which he scowled at. "I'm sorry." I smiled at him.

"I'm sorry too." I admitted and he tilted his head. "look, last night was just a show of why you should atleast have a grip on what your doing. I'm not a caster, I have no magic." He tilted his head at that. "I was brought here and that's the fact, if you don't want people seeing into your mind when you are vulnerable then you need to practice. You don't have be actively doing magic. You just need to know how to use it when you need to, at the very least."

He had stared at me like I was annoying for speaking the truth and then rolled his eyes like a teenager, his entire behaviour reminding me of Xavier so some reason. "Whatever." I grinned and wrapped my arms around him from behind and snuggled him. He grumbled but didn't put up much of a fight.

I wondered if it was okay for me to be this happy, to want to stay here longer than I needed to.

Weeks went by with just him and I and we had honestly grown a lot closer. He was so very comfortable around me now that I caught him talking to himself like a mad person and when I called him out he'd shyly tell me how he was only narrating what he was doing, a trait he picked up after being alone so long. It was nice, listening to him talk.

"So how many siblings do you have?" He asked me one morning before we opened up.

I chuckled finding it absolutely ridiculous that my own father wanted to know how many children he would have, of course he wouldn't know. I counted in my head, including the estranged sister he actually got to raise for a while. "About 7." His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Eh! You're parents are wild."

I laughed as that was technically him. "In all fairness, five of them came at once and one was adopted, okay."

"Five?!" He shook his head. "I could never." This only made me laugh even harder at him. "Do you want that many?"

"No, I'll settle for three." At the question my mind drifted to Demetri whom I had not heard from in weeks nor have I seen. I wasn't anywhere near figuring out how I was going to get home but I wasn't in much of a rush either.

My dad also had not exactly wanted to try magic in any way or form and Valencia had visited once before, luckily while my dad has been with the horses that I found out where available for renting out.

I had also begun to earn from helping him, he had decided that he would give me half of what he made usually, which was weekly and I tried to convince him that I didn't need it because honestly, I just wanted to share his stories and listen to him and help him but he insisted. I developed my own stash in his very room which when I left hopefully he would find and use.

I was walking through the crowd of people one afternoon when I saw him. Demetri was sullen, his cheeks sunken and he was with Valencia. I wondered how I would avoid running into them even though I was clean this time and I had just bought the pair of pants I wore. I didn't think it wise to spend anymore time with them.